Since my ancestors played a part in the history of Fortress Monroe,I’m looking forward to visiting in May 2016. I’m reviewing my DAR and other family records so I have the facts correctly positioned. Hope to see everything soon.
My father was stationed at Fort Monroe in 1944 before being shipped to Europe. My mother and sister lived there with him during that period, and I was born in the Army Hospital there in August, 1944. I would be interested to know where the hospital was/is located.
I visited Fort Monroe several years ago with my wife, and we thoroughly enjoyed our visit. It is truly a national treasure, and should be preserved as such.
After having completed Basic Training at Ft Gordon,GA, I was assigned to Ft Monroe to duty in the communication dept of the Hqtrs of Continental Army Command. Our billets were on the parade ground. I worked outside the moated area reached by footbridge. Once, during a strong storm, the water in the moat reached the paving of the bridge. I was not there very long but remember the fort.
I had the great pleasure of having my retirement ceremony on Continental Park. We lived in the leased housing buildings at the north end of the base across from the O’ Club. These buildings are now gone. We loved the view. This was such a clean and beautiful post. Our little Commissary had almost everything you needed. If they didn’t, let them know and they would have it for you the next day. Sunday Brunch at the O’ Club was fantastic. The view, the people, the many stories ( Ghosts) about this post. We are so happy it has been handed over to the NPS and the FMA. Keep our History alive.
Ft. Monroe is a part of our special mental tapes of times past. Starting in 1935-39, my father was in the Coastal Artillery Corps @ VPI and their training was at Ft. Monroe. We stayed at the Chamberlain while waiting for housing in the 1950’s, returned for a second tour in the 1960’s. We would walk from St. Mary’s after school to CONARC to catch a ride home with Dad, Saturdays, we frequented the PX , the pool and movies for 25 cents.
My first dance was with the Army cadets & I was married at the Chapel of the Centurion. When my brother returned from Vietnam, he was stationed at Ft. Monroe. He, too, had a military wedding on base.
Upon return to Hampton in 1985, I introduced my children to music under the bandstand and the Christmas magic of Ft. Monroe. We live in Florida now, where the stars are bright but not as magical as the many stars at Ft. Monroe.
We were and my brother timothy cliff millett were born at ft. monroe . I was born in 52 and tim in 53 at the fort hospital. where is the hosp. located?
Pat and I had a guest visit our campground this memorial day weekend who has made a mission to travel this country in search of ways to make our waterways safer for future generations. He is the author of the book Cry Me a River. The writer is Steve Posselt.
Of course Fort Monroe offered a great place for his wife and himself to unwind and prepare for their next journey. Take the opportunity to read his book. I think you will be impressed with this man’s journey.
Lived there in 1983, graduated from Phoebus HS in 1984. I remember hanging out at the O’Club pool in the summer, the bowling alley, walking the sea wall, and sneaking out at night down the fire escape at our house. We lived in a great duplex at 2 Ruckman Road, right next to the YMCA. Very fond memories of this beautiful and historic place. Married my husband in the gazebo in 1999. Would love to take a trip back to see how much it has changed since the BRAC.
Although I was only an enlisted man assigned to Ft. Monroe where enlisted men were outnumbered ten to one, I have many fond memories of being assigned there and working in the Adjutant General’s building with many fine officers and fellow enlisted men and civilians too. My oldest child was born in the base hospital in July of 1958. I have only been back on post once since that time and it was during the countries bicentennial and the Danish ship Danmark was there at that time. I am 80 years old now but I would like to visit Ft. Monroe one more time before it is too late.
I was a army brat here from 1967 to 1970. I got my first bike in 1968 from the P.X. also I had my very first milk shake at the snack bar. I almost died there in 1968, I was 9. My brother and I wanted to runaway so we dug a cave near the moat in the field behind enlisted quarters. Under a big Granite stone old moat wall, the stone fell I was trapped while my brother dug me out. I was very scared, And never did that again. Then my dad went to Vietnam we stayed off post but we did everything on post still. The most fun was playing on Dog Beach hunting shells. This was the only post my dad was stationed at that was really fun.